Coming to Terms

Senior POV

I awake to see the robot bitch at the side of my bed, quite a feat if I say so myself, considering my bed is large, there is shit on the floor, and the room is small.

"How long was I out?" I ask, on guard. I also touch the back of my head, all I felt was the rough texture of gauze, tracing it I see it wraps around my forehead several times.

"14 Hours, 13 Minutes, 31 Seconds how ar-" She starts before I yell, "WHY CAN'T I FEEL MY HEAD?!"

OK, maybe I can feel my head, but I don't have feeling in the part of the body called the head. I slap my face and I don't feel the sting, just the vibrations of my cheek.

"Why are you hitting yourself?" She chuckles, "You shouldn't do that, you may hurt yourself," She chides. Before continuing to snicker.

"Thats not the point, guess who knocked me out? GUESS WHO GAVE ME THIS BANDAGE?!" I yell, rising up to a 90 degree angle.

She finally stays silent and I take a deep breath out, "Before I even divulge my identity, even if its a trade for yours, you're gonna need a good argument to not just kick you out, or call the authorities," I say, glaring and doing my best to make it look cold, but I'm not sure if it looked as intimidating as I wanted it to be.

"Well you see, you did try to grope me..." She starts, her face still proudly wearing a well... a proud smirk.

"I was readjusting my grip!" I cry, there's no proof since I didn't follow through, or rather, she stopped me before I could finish.

"And you are risking my job, what if your code is faulty and they find out I was the one who sent it huh? I'm not the only one who'll be in trouble if I get caught! They'll probably come here and steal my computer! And find you!" I say, breathing quickly. Now I really want to see if she fucked up, maybe I could find a way to take it back or shut it down.

Her smirk disappears for a second before it returns with a snort and a response with a cocky ass, "I didn't,"

That's it, I'm shooting daggers, and I'm not afraid if she reacts negatively.

"You think," I say, "And now, how am I supposed to be trust someone- no, a ROBOT, to not make a mistake, or attempt to sabotage what I have going for me?" I ask, putting emphasis on robot to prod her.

Her facade fades further, "Why did I patch you up? Your a fucking piece of shit! No wonder you're alone!" She yells, getting up and walking away.

Better speak my mind out, "I went a little too far, I'm sorry, but I'm pretty worried, and I'm stressed, and I am very frustrated by having my blind date making out with someone in front of me," I say, shaking my fists.

"Anyways, I'm sorry, feel free to stay for free for the rest of the week..." I sigh, bye bye revenue, but still, she is right about me being a fucking dick.

"R-really?" She asks.

"Yeah," I say, and then remember something, "But I swear to whatever you find holy, if I catch you using any kind of diplomatic software on me ever again, your rent is tripling, and I'm gonna tie you down and force you to watch the most depraved shit I can ever find," I say, grinning back at her now genuinely happy face.

"Sure sure... Now where were we..." She starts.

"You start, also can hand me that guitar?" I ask, it was an old style guitar, I mean all the proof you need is looking at its mahogany body, and its curves in all the geometrically right ways. If I was a Pythagorean, I might even get a hard on.

I caress the partially rusted copper strings, and sigh in happiness, "Gah! Your gonna get tetanus!" She says playfully.

I chuckle, it seems like that event is thoroughly behind us, and I start strumming a pre-mellenial song that I've been listening to a lot lately.

While I play I try to motion for her to tell me about herself, but usually I use my hands for such matters and they were occupied handling this beauty of a guitar, which she looks pretty fascinated by as well.

"Here, you try it," I hand her the guitar, which she takes and begins playing the thickest string. (The E string for those people who don't know it)

She randomly plays frets on that string for some reason not using any other, "You know that there are other strings, right" I raise my eyebrow.

She nods her head but still keeps going up and down, like she wanted give the guitar a a 'service' or something.

I walk over to my computer to read the code she wrote and sent over to Emi and the Hunk while she played a slow cluster of random notes.